Joanna Wayne - Big Shot

PROTECTION WAS PART OF THE COWBOY CREED

Fate brought Texas rancher Durk Lambert face-to-face with his ex-lover, Meghan Sinclair. The reckless but gorgeous P.I. had been beaten and left for dead, with no memory of her attacker, of Durk…or herself. Years ago she’d broken his heart, but no cowboy walked away from a woman in need.

While Durk kept her safe on his Bent Pine Ranch, his own memories threatened him—laughing with Meghan, making love. He still wanted her, but he feared Meghan was the one woman he could never have—and the one he’d lay down his life to protect. Because while Durk wanted her to remember, a killer needed her to forget.…

Hunger for her was pushing him over the edge.

If he kissed her—Hell. What was he thinking? He was supposed to be watching over her.

He walked out onto the porch, seeking distance, but Meghan followed. “You know you really are a cowboy at heart,” she said. “Seeing you on the ranch, I get it.”

“I’m not that complicated once you get to know me.”

“How well did I know you when we were dating?”

He turned to her. “I couldn’t say. We didn’t do a lot of talking. We were too consumed with the physical side of the relationship.” Somehow he’d let the conversation take a bad turn. “Are you sure you want to get into this?”

“What I want is for you to kiss me, Durk. The way you did when we first met.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Then stop thinking.”

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Joanna Wayne was born and raised in Shreveport, Louisiana, and received her undergraduate and graduate degrees from LSU-Shreveport. She moved to New Orleans in 1984, and it was there that she attended her first writing class and joined her first professional writing organization. Her debut novel, Deep in the Bayou, was published in 1994.

Now, dozens of published books later, Joanna has made a name for herself as being on the cutting edge of romantic suspense in both series and single-title novels. She has been on the Waldenbooks bestseller list for romance and has won many industry awards. She is also a popular speaker at writing organizations and local community functions and has taught creative writing at the University of New Orleans Metropolitan College.

Joanna currently resides in a small community forty miles north of Houston, Texas, with her husband. Though she still has many family and emotional ties to Louisiana, she loves living in the Lone Star State. You may write Joanna at P.O. Box 852, Montgomery, Texas 77356.

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CAST OF CHARACTERS

Meghan Sinclair—A private investigator who precariously walks the thin line between daring and duty.

Durk Lambert—CEO of Lambert, Inc. He’s still a cowboy at heart and lives by the Cowboy Creed.

Bill Evers—Meghan’s bodybuilder neighbor, who rescues her when she’s attacked in her condo.

Lucy Delmar—Meghan’s sister.

Ben Conroe—Meghan’s assistant, who is murdered in their office.

Detective Sam Smart—He’s in charge of investigating Ben Conroe’s murder.

Dr. Levy—Meghan’s doctor after she’s attacked.

Connie Latimer—She’s hired Meghan to find her sister’s killer when the cops didn’t.

Roxanne—Connie’s murdered sister.

Edward Byers—A possible suspect in Ben’s murder.

Carolina Lambert—Durk’s mother.

Damien and Tague Lambert—Durk’s brothers.

Belle—The foster daughter of Emma and Damien.

Alexis Lambert—Tague’s wife.

Tommy Lambert—Alexis and Tague’s son.

Sybil—Durk’s aunt.

Pearl—Durk’s grandmother.

To my sisters, Mary, Barbara, Linda and Brenda. Always great to get together. You warm my heart. And to everyone who’s ever loved a real or fictional cowboy! And thanks to my editor, who makes me want to keep writing Harlequin Intrigue novels even after fifty-plus books.

Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Epilogue

Excerpt

Chapter One

Meghan Sinclair smiled as she exited the elevator to her fifth-floor condominium in downtown Dallas. Her afternoon coffee date had been a resounding success.

Her condo was at the end of the empty hallway, near the stairwell. Meghan slipped out of her shoes about halfway to her door and let her aching tootsies sink into the deep carpet. She slowed enough to bend over and hook the leather shoe straps with a crooked finger.

It was nice to live in luxury, thanks to the generosity of a former client who owned the complex. The fancy handbag was a bit of overkill for this time of day, but it and her dress had done their job. He’d given her a heck of a deal after she’d been instrumental in finding his daughter’s killer. The depraved maniac had been arrested and tried and was now serving a life sentence. Case closed.

If she ever married and had a family, the condo would be too small. But if her love life kept to the same trajectory it was on now, that might never happen.

The door to the stairwell opened as she retrieved her key fob from the silver clutch. She fit her key into the lock before looking up, certain it was Mr. Muscles who lived two doors down.

A bodybuilding fanatic, Bill Mackey claimed elevators were for wimps. But then again, Mr. Muscles didn’t own one pair of stilettos.

Meghan spun around at the sound of heavy breathing and running footsteps. A man bound into the hallway, masked and dressed in black. Definitely not her neighbor. She pushed through her door and tried to slam it shut behind her.

His foot stopped it. Two strong gloved hands closed around her neck, pressing so hard they blocked her airway.

Her P.I. self-defense skills were ingrained and automatic. She jerked upward, bucking hard with her head while she reached into her purse for her pistol. One of the attacker’s hands left her throat, but before she could aim, her body started jerking uncontrollably.

She spotted his stun gun as her pistol fell from her shaking fingers. The attacker kicked her weapon in front of them as he pushed her flailing body into the condo, knocking her to the floor. When she tried to stand, he shoved her and sent her slamming into the wall.

The room began to spin. The scone and coffee she’d just eaten came up, mixed with blood. The last thing she saw was his body coming at her like a demolition ball bent on destruction.

The last thing she heard was her own terrified scream for help.

* * *

D URK L AMBERT STEPPED out of Lambert Towers and was greeted by blinding sunshine and a brisk breeze. The perfect fall afternoon, low seventies and not a cloud in sight. Just the kind of weather he needed to kick off his much-needed vacation.

His black Jaguar was waiting for him in front of the towering skyscraper, motor running with Miguel behind the wheel. Durk shed the jacket of his suit coat as Miguel climbed out of the car.